Brannon started Summer School today. We picked up two other boys. And since Garrett, Brannon's friend, said that I am embarrassing, I decided to walk them into their class--to make sure they got there AND went in. I think they were glad that the class was more full than just the three of them.
One of my friends from Utah had a baby recently and posted this statement on her blog, "I am a mother."
I AM A MOTHER
I got to hear my babies learn how to say "mama" and call me "mommy" with their very cute, high-pitched voices.
I now get called "mom." When Brannon calls me "mom," it is said in a very low, very cow-like sound: "maaaaaaaaam."
I get to paint Dara's fingernails and toenails and sometimes, I even get to do her hair.
Sometimes I get to snuggle with my kids. This is very different from when they were little...there are these long appendages poking out everywhere, hanging over the couch.
I am an embarrassment to my children....Yeah!!! I am doing my job right.
I appreciate my mother so much more now than I did when I was 13. I was so stoopid at all those ages when I thought my parents didn't know ANYTHING. Well, I was so wrong. They knew EVERYTHING. Especially my mom. Thanks for not maiming me or killing me when you had the chance. I am now looking forward to grandchildren to love and spoil.
Being a mom is scary. Being a mom is wonderful.
Being a mom means being taken for granted. And being a mom means being given love by your children when you least expect it...when you really need it.
Respected and disrespected. Loved and hated. All in one day.
I love you Brannon and Dara. Remember, I am the meanest mom in the world.